When he cursed, the surrounding generals looked at him with strange expressions.
Zhu Zhan Xin was also secretly laughing.
"Third, General."
Zhu Zhan opened his mouth but quickly changed his words.
"No need, nephew Zhanchen, you can just call me Third Uncle. Third Uncle is happy to listen.”
King Zhao turned around and his expression changed.
At this moment, Zhu Zhan Xin also felt a little embarrassed.
"Well, Third Uncle, I think Big Brother is right. You can make the decision.”
"Good! Nephew Zhanchen, Third Uncle was right about you. You're much better than ordinary people in that you're willing to listen to other people's suggestions.”
Zhao Wangyou hurriedly praised.
He did not feel any burden at all when he said that. He had been in the army for so long and had seen all kinds of people.
Many people liked to pretend to know what they didn't know and blindly give orders. Fortunately, his nephew Zhan Chen wasn't such a person.
He couldn't boast about this?
When everyone saw this scene, they were speechless. They thought to themselves, when did you, King Zhao, become so humble? Even when your father personally led the army, he didn't fawn on him like this!
However, what they did not expect was that King Zhao had given them another surprise.
"Right, don't move the 3,000 Battalion. Arrange for them to protect my nephew.”
Zhao Wang looked at them and said it directly. He had no intention of discussing with them at all.
This time, those generals could not sit still anymore.
Three thousand battalions!
That was the most elite cavalry in the army. To use it to protect this kid?
Even when the emperor personally went on an expedition, he had never done this. Was this Zhao Wangji crazy?
As everyone knows, Da Ming has a few special troops under him.
They were the five battalions, the three thousand battalions, and the divine arms battalion.
The five camps were mainly infantry, and each of them was an elite. They were the main force when Zhu Di personally led the army.
Although the Divine Arms Battalion had firearms, they were not outstanding in previous battles because they could not reach the level of firepower coverage.
Thus, they could only be used as support to disrupt the enemy's formation or charge.
There was no other way. The gunpowder technology at that time was there. How much could powder powder be used?
From time to time, it would explode and then misfire.
This was the biggest drawback of powder gunpowder. It absorbed moisture and did not burn well.
Of course, it was different now that he had changed to the pellet gunpowder. This was also the reason why the King of Zhao was so excited.
If the current Divine Arms Battalion was moved out, it would definitely form a field of artillery fire. At that time, no matter how the Walas ran, as long as they did not run out of range, they would all die.
As for the remaining 3,000 battalions, they had a strong background.
It was formed by Zhu Di after he took over the defeated Mongolian cavalrymen. Although it was said to be a 3,000 battalion, it was actually far more than 3,000 people. However, he had only brought 3,000 people over now. The rest stayed in the capital and were under the control of the Han King.
Because they were made up of Mongolian cavaliers, their combat strength was quite outstanding. It would not be an exaggeration to say that they were the elites of the elites.
When Zhu Di personally led the expedition, most of the credit had to be given to them. Otherwise, their cavalry would not have been able to do anything to Wala and the others.
Now, he was telling them to use his most elite troops to protect people?
It would be fine if the person was the King of Zhao. After all, the safety of the general was indeed important.
But what was the point of using it to protect that kid?
What right did he have? What right did he have!
"General, you must not do this!”
"That's right, the 3,000 Battalion is the elite of the elite, and we can't let it go to waste for one person!”
"Without the three thousand battalions, how can we fight back?”
In
an instant, the generals began to persuade the King of Zhao.
The King of Zhao was unhappy when he heard this. He wanted them to defend the city, not take the initiative to attack. What 3,000 battalions?
The cannons on the city wall are there, and you still can't defend it?
Bang!
King Zhao slammed the table and glared at them.
"Presumptuous! Are you the commander or am I the commander?”
King Zhao shouted angrily, and the generals immediately fell silent.
"I'm not discussing with you. I'm ordering you to go. Get out!”
The group of generals exchanged glances and analyzed the King of Zhao's current situation before leaving with cupped fists.
After they left, Zhao Wang turned to look at Zhu Zhan Xin with a smirk.
"I say, nephew Zhan Chen, ignore those guys. Third Uncle won't harm you.”
"Well, Third Uncle, I don't think there's a need. I can do it myself.”
Before he could finish, King Zhao interrupted him.
"No, no, no, nephew Zhanchen, that won't do. Your royal grandfather and your father have instructed me to protect you.”
"As far as I know, you haven't built your foundation yet, right?”
The King of Zhao glanced at Zhu Zhanji, who nodded.
"That's it. Look, you haven't reached the foundation establishment stage yet. Those guys can still hurt you.”
The more King Zhao spoke, the more excited he became.
"Nephew Zhan Chen, forget about these three thousand battalions, compared to your safety, we can even lose the entire border army.”
"This, Third Uncle, you can't say that, right?”
He looked at King Zhao and said.
"This is nothing. Even if we lose these two hundred thousand, we can still send troops from the mainland. Although these twenty thousand Walas are difficult to deal with, as long as your Imperial Grandfather takes action, it won't be a problem.”
"Third Uncle, say something unpleasant. If we lose this battle, so be it. As long as you're still here, we still have a chance.”
"Tell Third Uncle, if you reach Foundation Establishment, can you defeat that Wala?”
King Zhao looked at him anxiously.
At this point, he became interested and quickly patted his chest.
"Third Uncle, don't worry about this. If I reach the Foundation Establishment realm, I can kill them in three days. In two months, no, I can kill them all in less than two months!”
He was not bragging. If he reached the Foundation Establishment realm, he would fly directly above their tribe and kill them.
Run? He wanted to see if their horses ran faster or his flying sword.
At that time, with his strength, thousands of people would only take the time for a few incense sticks to burn, and Wala only had a few people in total.
Counting the old, the weak, women, and children, there were at most 100,000 people.
The reason why they needed more than a month was because they had to find people on the plains. Otherwise, if they gathered together, they would be killed in a day.
Did he really think that the strength of the foundation establishment stage was a joke?
For example, the Foundation Establishment realm was like a Gatling gun with unlimited firepower. Under such circumstances, could you kill all these people in a day?
Not to mention anything else, there was such a scene in history.
When the machine gun was first used on the battlefield, it created a record that shocked all countries.
Within a day, they had wiped out 60,000 enemies.
This was an old water-cooled machine gun that could not be fired for a long time.
He was different. There was no such thing as a cooldown. Moreover, using a flying sword did not consume much spiritual energy. It would be replenished in a while.
Moreover, if they really wanted to compete in killing speed, the Foundation Establishment realm did not only know how to use flying swords. They could also use all kinds of powerful magical techniques.
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